Poetry Slam

So much power in a delicate cage 
of bones, 
waiting to be released 
by a voice of waves 
which soothes you to sleep 
that will 
morph into a 
blade created 
to shred your heart into 
a thousand 
broken shards 
with a line, 
the words splintering, 
spitting, 
exploding, 
out of a mouth 
lined with broken-glass-studded 
velvet, ripped 
and raw, 
bloody, torn, 
but healing. 
The words 
both 
the healing salvation 
and the curse. 
The very same syllables 
that 
dug into the soft pink
flesh like burrs 
where they sunk deeper, 
opening the wounds 
to a boulder of pain, 
are the ones that 
offered their bodies 
as bandages. 

And these words are not delivered 
politely. 
they're shoved into 
your mind desperately, 
forcefully. 
They're pushed at you, 
punctuated by 
the twists and slashes 
of appendages. 
They're a truth 
ripped from 
one heart and 
burned into another.